Diary of A Hippie Chick
As kids, my brother and I rode through the mountains in a unicorn-decorated van during summer-long roadcations. We tagged along while our parents visited artists from their gallery and practiced mindfulness at Unitarian retreats. I didn’t know it then, but those adventures were quietly shaping how I see the world.
Now, I share thoughtful blog posts about art, nature, mindfulness, sustainability, and family life with an open-minded view. If you’re into creative ideas, endless curiosity, and savoring the moment, you will feel at home here.
I used to think peace came from slowing down, but lately, I think it’s more about noticing while we’re moving.
Hey, I’m Stacy Jo. Mom, artist, creekside wanderer, and the Chick behind the words. I share bite-sized posts about art, nature, mindfulness, the realities of family life—the beauty hiding in the ordinary. I’m so happy you’re here and hope you enjoy what you see. Feel free to leave a comment! Please explore the blog and discover something that resonates with you:
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Two Years Strong: We Can Do Hard Things
October marks two years since I started working out at The Y. Three days a week—Monday, Wednesday, and Friday—Rain or shine, hot or cold, I show up. It’s become part of my rhythm now.
A Birthday Full of Happiness
My birthday celebration is overflowing with happiness—I’m excited to introduce our new chocolate lab puppy, Oliver!
Dear RSS subscribers, thank you!
Thank you so much for taking the time to read a Hippie Chick’s blog! I’m excited to catch up on some posts, and you’ll soon see a burst of updates in your feed.
Paddle, Hike, Cache, Repeat.
We are a one-bar family. We mostly hike, kayak, canoe, and go off-road in our Jeep. The picture above shows me celebrating with Greg after canoeing 9 miles down the Etowah River. And we're still married!
Top 10 Surprising Facts When Living in Michigan
It’s August, so of course, the Northern states are on my mind. I moved with my family from the Deep South to Michigan six years ago and was surprised to discover that different regions of the US can be pretty unique.
Good things come in tall packages.
This photo still makes me laugh, no matter how many times I see it. That’s my nephew Jake, all 6 feet 4 inches of him. Clearly, someone ate all his vegetables growing up.
Thirty-Seven Years
My brother, Brett, was killed by a drunk driver when he was 37. Thirty-seven. Greg and I spent the day at the cemetery, cleaning his headstone and adding flowers to the arrangement. Don’t drink and drive.